donna

dear brett,

the sun is shining and the birds are singing here too. marley,
savannah's dog, is sleeping at my feet. and i'm going to the cemetery
this easter morning to visit my daughter; the child of my heart ... my
6-foot tall, skinny, blond, exuberant, carefree, willful, tender-
hearted delight. dead.

i'm not 'getting better', 'recovering' or 'moving on'. it is starting
to get easier to hide from other people though. now i can talk to
people without hysteria and only cry five or six times a day. my
'cold constant companion' whispers in my ear and always will.

i'm sorry chris is dead. so very sorry.

donna